Two days before the mid-autumn season, in the Xingyuan Mansion Office, Liu Deshu found Gao Yue and said that after the festival, he would hold a village drink gift in a pavilion outside the city, and send the children to Beijing to take the exam.

At the mention of this, Gao Yue still felt unhappy in his heart, but he still said to Liu Demur: "Brother Fangzhai, the lifters will immediately trek along Luogu Road to Jingshi, and they will stay for several months. ”

"This is natural, the generals, officials, large merchants, and households of Quan Xingyuan and Fengxiang have all promised to contribute a sum of money to specifically fund the needs of the sons of Taofen Academy."

"Don't let our Xingyuan Fengxiang's students be looked down upon!" Gao Yue suddenly raised his voice at this time, and he made a loud noise, which made Liu Deshu a little confused.

Then Liu De's room saw that there was no one around, so he dragged Gao Yue to the bamboo forest in the corner of the backyard of the government office and handed him a manuscript.

"What is this?" Gao Yue looked at it, and at the beginning of the manuscript, there were five strong characters written in "Qiang Nu Calling Tianlu".

There is no need to guess, he is very familiar with this handwriting, "Han Huizhi, Han Huizhi, before I set out on the expedition, I specially asked Brother Fang Zhai to bring him money and silk, so that he could write strategies in the school palace with peace of mind, and prepare for the spring of the next year, but what did he do during this time?" I wrote the manuscript of this book...... What is this......"

Liu Demuro sighed and beckoned, and He Moyun, a student from the Shengye Fang in the capital at the corner gate of the courtyard, walked in and waved at Gao Yue.

He Moyun and Ran Sanniang, the dry scripture writers, are now following Gao Yue and Tengda, operating several paper mills and carving workshops in Yangzhou, among which Wu Cailuan is just a real idle cloud and wild crane.

"Since the bamboo civet was sent from Hunan, the contemptible people have fed a lot in the Yangzhou fields." He Moyun arched his hand and said to Gao Yue:

One day, when Mr. Han came to his farmhouse to play, he entertained wine and food, and roasted a bamboo civet, but Mr. Han obviously had something on his mind, and told him that recently there was a poem called "Tonghua" in the Xingyuan Mansion newspaper that caused a sensation in the city, and after reading it, he was shocked that he could not learn this person.

"Paulita, is this a female bachelor?" Gao Yue seemed to have an answer in his heart.

He Moyun nodded, and then said that Han Jushi was in a rather depressed mood, and complained that Quan Xingyuan's poetry should be the first, but after Bai Juyi, who was younger than him, came, it was obvious that the latecomers were superior, and now there was this female streamer with the name of Tonghua who also made him feel ashamed, and said that Han Shishi was even more disgusted, saying that he was afraid of the cultivation of Qi Hou.

"I always care about poetry, and it's too worrying to retreat." Gao Yue said.

Later, Han Yu took advantage of the strength of the wine to see the place where He Moyun fed the bamboo civets, and saw that this group of fat boys were trapped in a grid, only knowing how to gnaw on the bamboo, and he didn't know the fate of being cut and skinned at all, so he sighed and said Aren't the same with the Qiang slaves in Xingyuan's cotton fields, salt wells, iron officials, and horse workshops?

Immediately, Gao Yue covered his forehead, he seemed to have foreseen the end.

Sure enough, Sergeant Han left Yangzhou and went to the Cotton Weaving Supervision Department in Luoyang, Xingzhou, and observed for almost a month, learning more about the work and life of the female slaves of Dongshan Qiang there.

Liu De's room flipped through the contents, and he didn't dare to agree to Han Yu at all, and when Gao Yue returned, he showed it to the Xingyuan talker and let Gao Yue make a decision.

“！” Gao Yue hurriedly walked to the front of the high case in the main hall of the government office and unfolded the manuscript.

The beginning is Xingyuan in April of a certain year, Yu Zixingyuan line to the words of Luoyang, and then this Han priest saw the legendary cotton weaving supervisor, to his surprise, the appearance of this supervisor is "no different from the dock fort, the barrier is forested", all the Dongshan female slaves, about ten to thirty or forty years old are living in it, there are thousands of people, its room "such as three circles, such as a beehive", densely next to each other, just over half of the day, they were called, each unkempt, rugged, like a skeleton, openly in the "supervisor" Before changing clothes, a little relief without shame......

Then Han Yu said that the entire supervision department is a strict organization like a government office, and the top level is Xiao Yi, a big merchant in Xingyuan (Han Shishi named his surname in the article), with a family fortune of millions of yuan, and "very close" with officials, and each of the supervision departments under it has a "all know the judgment department", and there are officials under it, most of whom are the archers' families, and there are also the shooters' cantonments around the supervisors, who are responsible for guarding the bullets and pressing the clouds.

Han Yu also revealed that this group of Qiang slaves mostly weaves cotton cloth for the government, they are different from ordinary cotton households, Tang cotton households can farm freely, both human households, and archers, after collecting cotton, sell it to the supervisor at a suitable price, and the supervisor forced this group of Dongshan female slaves to weave day and night, turn cotton into cloth, and also jacquard printing and dyeing, and then sell it to all corners of the world, but only give them porridge, or the kind of porridge mixed with bran, "I can't bear to see it, especially miserable." ”

Han Yu also calculated that a Qiang female slave could only eat four stones of corn with rice and chaff a year (the soldier's ration had twelve stones a year), but the value of her exploitation was reflected through the cotton cloth of various patterns and colors, which was enough to have 12 to 15 yuan, and in the case of the cotton weaving supervision department in Luoyang, Xingzhou, she could get 13,400 yuan a year. And the entire Xingyuan and Fengxiang, there are no less than seven such supervisors, namely Luoyang, Fengchi, Fufeng, Nanyou, Purun and Linyou, that is to say, these seven supervisors alone can bring more than 100,000 yuan of profits in a year, Xiao Yi such merchants share sixty percent of the profits, and the military government shares forty percent of the profits - not to mention not only cotton weaving, but also iron, salt, brassica oil and other industries all use a large number of Qiang slaves, wantonly squeezing, but do not ask whether they live or die, it can be said that Xingyuan and Fengxiang can extract 200,000 guan of benefits from Qiang slaves just in addition to the positive tax income every year.

"There are countless cotton strands around the body, and it can not be said that it is not ironed, but the weaving slave sleeps at night, and before the rickets, suffers four sufferings for life, what are the four sufferings? Hunger, cold, torture, and sickness are also. When Han Yu wrote this, he couldn't help but think of the scene he saw He Moyun raising bamboo civets in Yangzhou, saying that the feet of these bamboo civets were tied, and they were eating bamboo and eating bamboo all day long. However, the relationship between raising and being raised in this way, between the Tang Dynasty and the Qiang slaves, even the last trace of warmth is gone.

"Huh, the national style of the Xiang has the ridicule of the rat, and the rest is afraid of Xingyuan and the change of stealing." Han Yu finally warned the "superiors" at the end of the article.

After reading it, Gao Yue was sweating on his back, but there was smoke and fire above his head, and he threw the manuscript on the desk.

Liu Demuro and He Moyun were so shocked that they retreated to the side.

"Call Han Si to me, I think my biggest mistake is to feed this kid too much!" Gao Yue thought to himself, you still want to print this manuscript?

From Zheng Qi to you Han Si, they all embarrass me one by one.